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Make all money orders , checks. etc.,payable fo the Tribune Printing Company, Limited. r A Connecticut woman sent her sister R postcard on which she had written the admonition, "Thou shalt not steal." Now she is in trouble with the postal authoritils. Even Bible texts, it seems, have their limits. It is the rule of the War Department to grant honorable discharges from the army to soldiers who desire to go into business In the Philippines. A large number of officers and men in the vol unteer regiments have already done so, and many others whose commis sions or terms of enlistment expire in July next have made applications. In the recent session of the inter national prison congress held at Brus sels, the section on juvenile delinquen ey was strongly in favor of the intro duction of manual training in juvenile reformatories, and also by resolution expressed its conviction that tbe sys \em of placing children in families might be combined advantageously with that of placing them in institu tions. The Philadelphia Times makes an earnest plea for good navy yards, say ing: "Let us have the navy yards Btted out for all the work needed and keep our ships employed and in the liighest state of efficiency. We have (one enough of pioneer work for other Rations with our monitor and turret construction and tests of modern ord nance. We can afford to wait until they show us some valuable lesson, gnd then being ready with good navy yards we can take advantage of it. That is the kind of preparation we Deed as a protection of peace." The idea that the husband is the head of the household by virtue of the fact that he is a man is a survival of a bygone age. It won't do nowadays, exclaims the New York Mail and Ex- M press. It is the lingering relic of a species of domestic despotism which society long since repudiated. The real head of the household is the one who, t'7 superior energy, example and Influence, commands the position. The accident of sex no longer counts. So ciety gives the fullest recognition to the successful competitor, and in this wholesome decree from one of our Fed eral courts we have the assurance that the laws shall be equally Just and generous. Uoune of Commons Customs. Members of the House of Commons are not allowed to refer to each other Dy name in debate. The only member who is properly addressed by name is the Chairman who presides over the deliberations of the House in commit tee. On a member rising to speak in committee he begins with "Mr. Low tlier," and not with "Mr. Chairman," as at public meetings. When the Speaker is in the chair, the formula is "Mr. Speaker, Sir." Iu debate a member is distinguished by the office be holds, as "The Right Honorable Gentleman, the Chancellor of the Exchequer," or by the constit uency he represents, as "The Honora ble Gentleman, the Member for York." fe</me make use of tiie terms, "My Honorable Friend," or "My Right Honorable Friend." In ease of family relations the same form is usually ob served. Occasionally "My Honorable Relative," or "My Right Honorable Relative" is heard, but "My Right lonorable Father," or "My Right /onorable Brother," though no doubt lllowable, lias not been hitherto used. —The Nineteenth Century. Few people get more than they ex pect in this world. Owing to a French law compelling the French mercantile marine to man only with Frenchmen, the foreign sea men cannot be introduced to displace and defeat the French shipping unions. As a result they are uniformly success ful in th. ir .t,:i,p. The area of the United States is 3,- 501.0-0 so'" 1 " i" ; 'cs: that of China is 5,21 .China proper" has an a square miies. IF YOU COULD KNOW. If you could know that half of all I yearn to be to you. Dear Heart! Each day that dawns I struggle to be strong and do my part; Yet when at last the night comes softly down, I humbly pray— Lord, grant me still to prove my tender love, just one more day. Just one more day to strive to rise above small troubles, petty care, That my cramped soul may break its earth-forged bonds, at last to dare To face the future and to gladly live with courage new. Loyal and cheerful facing toward the light for truth and you. By Helen Forrest Graves. MRS. POPHAM WING had company to tea. Company to ten meant something with Mrs. Popham Wing. It meant the big silver tea service, with the twisted silver serpents for handles, and queer clusters of frosted oak leaves on tlic top—it meant ten that would have made old Doctor Johnson turn over in ills grave, and coffee clear as amber—it meant biscuits like mag nified flakes of snow, and hot waffles —it meant raspberry jam, lucent honey in the comb, and poundcake that was a mountain of gold underneath a pear ly crust of Icing—it meant cream puffs and dainty home-made maca roons—it meant broiled spring chick ens, aud silver-gleaming sardines, dripping with their native oil; and, moreover, it generally meant a touch of mild after-dyspepsia to nil who par took thereof. The six matrons around the table were just begiuuiug to appreciate the flavor of their tirst cup, miugled with a luscious morsel of current gossip. "A little more sugar, if you please, Mrs. iV iug," said Mrs. Deacon Hyde. "Yes; it's quite true. Ask Mrs. Mow bray if it isn't." Mrs. Mowbray shook her head until the artificial bees in her cap bobbed around ns if they contemplated an im mediate swarming. "Yes," said she, lugubriously; "I be lieve Sybil lias made up her mind at last." "Not to marry Mark Chesterfield?" cried Mrs. Popham Wing, setting down the teapot in such a hurry tlint the serpent's tail thereon came in vio lent contact with the side of the sugar basin. "Yes, to marry Mr. Chesterfield." "She's very unwise," said Mrs. Wing. "Not but that Mark is an excellent man, aud n good provider, besides being a member of the church. I ought to know, for ills first wife was my own sainted niece, Priscilla Capsi cum. But he's a crotchety man; he's a man that bus his own ideas." "We all have, I suppose," said Mrs. Mowbray, making a feeble attempt to stem the tide of popular opinion that seemed to be running so strong against Mr. Mark Chesterfield. "Oh, yes!" said the Widow Munger; "but there's a difference in ideas, you know. Now, Mark is very trying about a house. They do say he wor ried your dear Priscilla Capsicum iuto her grave." "Ah—h—!" groaned Mrs. Wing, helping herself to a pinch of tliiuly shaved smoked beef. "He's an excellent man!" said Mrs. Munger. "I haven't a word to say against him, but I wouldn't let a daughter of mine become ills wife no, not if I buried 'em tirst!" "There isu't much danger of that," thought Mrs. Mowbray, who was fully cognizant of the fact that the three Misses Munger were red-haired, freck led and otherwise not particularly qualified to attract the attention of gentlemen in search of matrimonial partners. But slie didn't say so; and just then the attention of the tea-drinking cabal was called to the sight of the new min ister, crossing the street to call on Benetta .Tones, and the conversation flowed into another channel. Mrs. Mowbray went home and re ported the whole discussion to her daughter Sybil, a plump, brown-haired girl of eighteen, with large, almond shaped eyes, a short, straight nose, and a chin which, round and dimpled though it was, expressed character in no common degree. "My dear, do yon think you are wise?" asked Mrs. Mowbray, hesita tingly—for she was one of those hu man dry leaves who are blown hither and yon by every gale of opinion. "I'l risk it, mother," said cheerful Sybil. "Nobody can pretend to per fection iu this world, and 1 like Mr. Chesterfield." So the next month there was a wed ding iu St. Aloyslus' Church, and Sy bil Mowbray became Mrs. Mark Ches terfield. Mr. Chesterfield was a tall, well made man, with pleasant blue eyes, an abundance of chestnut hair, and leg-of-mutton side whiskers. Sybil, in her secret girlish heart, thought him a second Apollo. The wedding tour to Niagara Falls, Montreal and Quebec was delightful; so was the homecoming to tlie pretty, cheerful house in Larkspur street. "But there's no piano, Mark," said Sybil, as she flitted in and out of the rooms. "Oh, you must get me a piano." "1 am not n millionaire, my love,' 1 Bald he; "I am only a man on a salary, Pianos are expeuslve." And yet I feel in spite of all the heights which I can never scale, In spite of all the many tests in which I daily fail, That my deep 10-fe, more deep and pure and strong than I can ever show. You somehow, through my failures, doubts and fears,, will come to know. The dreary clouds can't hide the sun for aye, it glimmers through; The sweet, wet violet, struggling through dead leaves, still shows its blue. And so I trust, though oft I strike love's chord with clumsy hand, You'll feel the melody I tried to play, and understand. —Cosmopolitan. "Does it cost so much to live?" asked Sybil, the current of her enthusiasm somewhat chilled. "I have made a study of these tilings, Mrs. Chesterfield," said her husband, sitting down before the fire, which made the October twilight so ruddy and cheerful. "Domestic econ omy, in its way, is quite as much of u science as political economy. I have apportioned things exactly. I know to a 'T' how much it costs me to live. 1 know the exact correspondence be tween my income and my outgo. I know where every penny goes, and how much it represents. I have ascer tained— What is it, Gretchen? Tea ready! Allow me to give you my arm, Sybil, my love!" Bright and early the next morning the butcher called for orders. Sybil wus about to lay out the bill of fare for the day, when Mr. Chester field came out of the dining-room, his dressing-skirts streaming "like a me teor to the troubled air." "My dear, pray excuse me!" snkl Mr. Chesterfield; "I always attend to these things. In our cireumslunces the strictest economy is necessary." Sybil went back to the parlor some what mortified. "This carpet Is a little worn," said she to her mother, who had come around to pass an hour or two with them. "I was thinking that it would be a good plan to put it in our bed room, and buy a new one for the par lor. Worn Brussels is of ull carpets the shabbiest." But Mr. Chesterfield vetoed this proposition at once. "Costs too much, my dear—costs too much," he said. "I liuve studied this sort of thing " "Mark," said Mrs. Chesterfield, "how much is your income?" Mr. Chesterfield laughed. "Now, my dear," said he, "you are getting beyond your province." "No; but really?" "Really, dearest, it ueedn't concern you In the least!" answered he, lightly. And Sybil, a little hurt, asked no more. A month went by—two months— three months—and Sybil came to her husband. "Mark," said she, "I'm not satisfied with the way things are going." "Not satisfied, my love?" "I want to keep house, Mark. As it is, I am only a mere figurehead at your table. Won't you let me try?" "Little puss, what do you know about housekeeping?" demanded Mark, satirically. "But I couid learn. Just for one year." "You'll ruin mo, Sybil." "If I do, we'll break up house, and I'll go out as housekeeper somewhere else, until I have earned wagesenough to set yon right again! Just give me the monthly sum you expend for our hills, and let nte deal it out!" "Well, well, if you insist upon it. But I'm perfectly certain you'll be bankrupt before the quarter Is out." "Try me, that's all!" As (lie time went by toe Chesterfield table was mere amply supplied than ever with the delicacies of the season. Little dainties made their appearance at which Mr. Chestertied opened his eyes. "Ruinous—perfectly ruinous!" he commented within himself. "She'll be coming to me in tears, presently, to settle the extra bills, but she never would be satisfied until she hail tried the experiment." But, although he waited patiently for the briny tears, and the file of tradesmen's bills, they never came. And at the expiration of six months, lie came home just as six porters were staggering up ids front steps having a superb piano on their shoulders. "Hello!" cried he. "Some mistake!" "No mistake at all. my dear." an swered the voice of Mrs. Chesterfield from tlie parlor window. "It's ours. I bought it yesterday." "And who's to pay for It?" roared Mr. Chesterfield, the big veins in his forehead growing tense ns ropes. "It's already paid for, Mark. I set tled that!" said the lady calmly. "May I a:;k where you got the money?" demanded her husband, with dangerous politeness. "Oh, certainly," answered Sybil. "I saved It out of the housekeeping money!" "Impossible!" "I'll show you my account, dear, by and-by—square Hp to date." And she did so. Mr, Chesterfield found it difficult to believe that a woman could pay the household bill of their establishment',"lind save money out of .Jlfio e month. "I sairto'tbings myself," said Sybil. "The cook didn't like it, and ga re warning. I cooked myself until I could get some one to take her place, and I have now a tidy little German woman, who is not above being dictated to by me. I discharged the baker, who gave us poor bread at fabulous prices, and did the baking myself twice a week. I checked off the grocer's account per sonally, and I asked him what he meant by charging us with two boxes of raisins, when I only ordered one, Since that thne his bills have been ma terially less. I weighed the meat my self, and compared it with the butch er's bill. The discrepancy was so no ticeable that I changed butchers. The second month our expenses were full a third less, and they have gone on steadily decreasing ever since. For the fnture, Mark," she added, "I will be satisfied with SIOO a month fot housekeeping money, and engage to buy a new parlor carpet out of it be fore the year has expired." "My dear," said Mr. Chesterfield, raptuorously, "you're a perfect finan cier!" "Every woman is," answered Sybil, "if she can only get a chance. And now, let me sit down and play you a tune on my new piano." After this things went like velvet in the Clicsterfleldlan household. Mark was more than satisfied with his wife's administration of financial affairs, and Sybil felt that she had conquered his prejudice at last. And the next ten company at Mrs. ' Popham Wing's came to the unani mous verdict thnt Sybil Chesterfield was a hnppy wife, in spite of their prognostications. "If poor, dear Priscilln could only have managed Mark so, she might have been nlive at this minute," said Mrs. Wing.—Saturday Night. PROFESSIONAL EATERS. An Outcome of the Proverbial ity of the Devil's take Sioux. O. A. Wright, of Madison, Wis., Su- ! pervisor of Indian Schools, brings an interesting story to Washington con- ! cerntng the professional eaters of the Sioux Indians on the Devil's Lake Reservation in North Dakota. The professional eater among the Devil's Lake Indians, according to Supervisor Wright, pursues a recognized profes sion which entitles him to distinction and eminence, measured largely by his capacity. The more capacity the more eminence and distinction. The Sioux of Devil's Lake are a hos pitable people. A guest must be fed, 1 and the table placed before him must I be bountifully supplied. If not, it is a gross violation of Indian etiquette, J which subjects offenders to harsh criticism. The obligation on the part of the guest is equally binding. Very often the latter is the unfortunate vic tim of too much kindness. If, how ever, he should fail to dispose of all the food placed before liirn Ills offence would be as great as thnt of the host whose larder failed to respond to the demands of the prevailing social usage among these Indians. The capacity of some of these pro fessional eaters is phenomenal. They are said to be carefully trained to their calling, and the returns for their services are certainly very remunera tive to the Indian mind. One who is about to make a call and who feels thnt he will not be equal to the occa sion secures a professional eater. The latter secures for his services the food lie devours and $1 in addition. Super visor Wright met one of these profes sional gentlemen at Devil's Lake who had recently performed the remarks i ble feat of eating seventeen pounds of fresh beef. Some doubt is expressed here as to the possibility of a man eat ing so much meat at one setting. Mr. Wright told tlie officials, however, that the story is vouched for by Agent Get ehell and Father Jerome, the latter Catholic missionary at Devil's Lake. The Supervisor added that the Indian was extremely modest amid the show er of congratulations bestowed upon him by friends and admirers. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Didn't Mean to lie Funny. There Is a certain Hyde Park cler gyman whose usually tripping anil el oquent tongue runs off the track occa sionally, so to speak, and betrays him iuto amusing mistakes and blunders iu the course of his pulpit oratory. Such a mistake occurred one Suuday evening not long ago, and the younger and less serious members of his con gregation are laughing over it yet. The preacher had occasion to refer to the text "Set Thou my feet iu a large place" several times iu the course of the evening's prayer and sermon, and perhaps he had grown a little tired of that particular phase, or ! feared that his listeners had. So, I when in the course of the after-ser ! molt prayers, lie desired to convey the i same idea again, he employed a dif ferent set of words to this purpose: "Thou luiowest, O Lord," he prayed, therefore, "how small and mean and crowded are the places whereupon we often stand on earth. Choose, Thou, dear Lord, a large place and establish my feet thereon." Chicago Times llerald. ( i Kouvenlr Queues. Among the greatest curios that the invaders will carry from China are queues. A good, clean, well-braided , queue is worth $lO, Mexican, and there j are not many offering for sale. The high price has led soldiers to go on queue ' raids. Originally they were cut from dead Chinese, but thnt source being cut off they are being taken from live men. A Chinese prides his queue above all of bin personal adornment, | and the queue raiders strike terror to | his heart.—St. I.ouis Democrat. KING MENELIK'S CAPITAL. Some Facts About a Place of Which rat tle is Commonly Known. Menelik and his Empress arc often in men's lips, but how many people we meet would care to say oft hand what is the name of his capital? Mag dala we know and Adua we know, be cause of recent wars, hilt Addis Abeba enjoys the blessing of having no his tory. Some say the words mean "the new white rose," others translate it "the new flower," but I prefer the former title. It Is a unique capital in that It arose almost in a single night, and is des tined to disappear as speedily. The fact is that Abyssinians are utterly reckless in the matter of forestry, and whenever a vast number of them live together, they soon use up all the fuel available for miles around. Menelik's former capital, Entotto, two or throe hours' climb from the New White Rose, was abandoned not long ago for that very reason, and nothing now remains there save two churches and a few brown ruins of the palace; ruins', : hot a generation old how strange that sounds! Already the New White Rose must bring her fuel from a great distance at a great ex pense, and the king of kings is looking out for another capital. Of course, the chief interest of Menelik's capital is Menelik himself, and I was fortunate in" securing an audience of forty minutes the day be fore ho was to start upon a royal pro gress through the kingdom of Shon. ITis palace is like a -traggling vil lage, and I had to ride through court yard after courtyard of mud huts be fore I readied the square which con tains his banquet!-- hall, court of justice and hall of audience. On the forefront of tlie court of jus tice is a large clock, which never goes —a fitting symbol of Abyssinian ad ministration. The banqueting hall is used on the occasion of great festi vals to entertain some COOO braves at a time with huge joints of raw meat. All squat upon the ground and cut off portions close to their noses with their long, curved swords. Menelik is very much as pictures and hooks hnvo led you to expect—a stout, amiable man with a very black face and short stubby beani. He is quite bald, so lie wears n cloth tightly tied around his head, and over that a big feit wideawnke. His clothes are of silk, loose striped garments for the most part, and ids feet are clad in un laced tennis shoes. 11l his left ear is a turquoise stud, the badge of an ele phant killer, and on his left hand is a gold ring with a diamond set gypsy fashion. Only royalty may wear gold In Abyssinia. I found him seated cross-legged O"' an ordinary cane chair upon his ver anda. He was very amiable, and had plenty of small talk, eked out with smiles. He did not strike me as par ticularly intelligent until his Interest was awakened by a reference to Leon tieff, the Russian adventurer whom he intrusted with the management of a remote province. Then he was shrewd and alert In a moment, and I could see how well he would hold his own in diplomacy. Fearsou's Maga zine, An Historical Umbrella. An interesting historical relic, name ly the first umbrella of which mention Is made by French writers, has, our Paris correspondent states, just been sold by auction. It fell out of the royal carriage in the famous flight to Var ennes, was picked up by a villager and taken to n newly created Mayoralty, where it was kept for years. The um brella is of great size and strength, and resembles the article used In the old coaching days by the outside trav eler. The silk is royal blue, with a border of China rose. The ribs which support the whalebone are in gill bronze, round, and have a corkscrew ornament twining round them. As to the handle, it would bear without bending the stiffest gale. This um brella is spoken of in a report of the flight of I .on is XVI and his family. Louis Philippe got into the habit in England of walking about with an umbrella, and was nicknamed "Le Rol Parapluie."—London News. Rcaftlrte Outing; For Cattle. In the Darling Range district 01 western Australin, which runs parallel to the west coast a distance of from ten to twenty-five miles inland, cattle are taken for n few weeks' change of air to the seaside. It is customary every year for the keepers of stock in that district to send their cattle for a few weeks' change of air to the runs immediately bordering the coast. The stay of the cattle on the new grazing grounds is usually for about six weeks or a couple of months. The saline impregnated herbage, which is of very coarse fiber, is a marvelous tonic, and the Darling Range herds are the sleek est and fattest cattle in that part of the world. A Tax 011 CltllfllfHA Frenchmen. A bill lias been introduced into the French Senate providing for a tax ou celibates of both sexes after they reach the age of thirty, and upon childless couples who have been married for five years, the tax to be maintained until n child is born to them. The aim of the bill is, of course, to provide a remedy for the threatening depopula tion of France by Increasing the birth rate.—Medical Record. A Unique Watch A citizen of Lewistou, pfe., has a watch chain made of nine peach stones. Each of the stones is carved ou each side in a different device, so that there are eighteen designs. The stones are joined with bars of gold, the whole making a rich and novel chain. THE BOOKS WE USED TO RE A'J. k I do love readin', that's a fact: Dad used ter say it took A pull as strong 's a steer s ter git my, nose out of a book; > , I've sot up nights till after ten tor finish up a tale, . And see the hero married and the villain jugged in jail, . But lately, I dunno how t is, I ncveP seem ter find t The sort of yarns I love, because they re all of a diff'rent kind; Seem's if the authors nowadays had sorter gone ter seed, Why dorf't they write some stories like the kind we used ter read? Yer 'member them old yams? Clee \\ hizti Say! wasn't they aomethin' prime? The hero was a duke or lord, yer bet yer, every time; And he was mightly harnsome, but most ginerally pore, And had a thievin' uncle who was rich aa all out door. j He loved a beauchenus damsel, name er . "Lady Eunesteen." Her "raven locks" and "fawn-like" eyes beat all was ever seen; | He chased her through five hundred long, thick pages, one by one, But all the time yer felt nlum-sure he'd bag her when't was done. Then there was robbers, tew. that lived in caves all lined with gold And piled with kags er di'nion's, jest aa full as they could hold. And there was irhosts that hung around some murdered chap's remains And used ter sashay round at dark and howl and clank their chains, j Yer 'member when yer read them talcs, upstairs at night, alone, How every sen'rate hair 'd utile ink when them things fetched a groan? But ghosts in these new-fangled hooks ain't nawthin' more—whv, pshaw! Yer 'd jos' soon poke 'em in the ribs and ask 'em fer a chaw. The hero nowadays don't swear by his dead father's hones Ter have some caitiff's blood. TTo ain't no duke, his name is Jones. The heroine, she rides a wheel as bold as ever wuz, And. drat 'em! they both talk jest like reel folks that's livin' dors. Oh! give me back Jane Austen! Ilev? Or old Sylvan us Cobb! He was the boy,—Svlvanus was.—yer bet he knew his job! Consnrn these modern ehnp. T say, and all their tiresome breed! I'd like to git. a novel of the kind we u*cd ter read. —Joe Lincoln, in Puck. JUNCLES AND JcSTE. Slllicns—"No man is really famous until lie is dead." Cyniciis— "Boett reading tombstone inscriptions?" Eftie—"Jack and I fished for four hours yesterday." Elsie—"Catch any thing?" Eftie (coyly)—" Only Jack."— Town Topics. Patient—"Do you believe in gliosis, doctor?" Doctor—"No. ma'am. llow could I go on practicing if I did?"— Brooklyn Life. Bobbs—"Mrs. Nobbs is dressed to kill tills evening." Dobbs—"Yes; she bought the outfit at a slaughter sale." —Baltimore Herald. \ One token of a failing mind— You'll find this is a fact— Is to discern that all your kind Is getting somewhat cracked. —Chicago Record. The Deacon—"Do you know what happens to boys who tell lies?" Small Youth—"Yessir. They gits off most times, if tliey tells good ones."—Har lem Life. Dora—"l have inj r photo taken every three years. I think it is so interest ing." Oracle—"Gracious! Whatever do you do with them all?" Glasgow Evening Times. "You see Clarence told me all I've told you because I'm his confidential friend." "No; you mean he told you because he thinks you are his confi dential friend."—lndianapolis Journal. Sir Cynic merits no applause, He is a selfish elf, He wants to stop all joy because He has no fun himself. —Washington Star. Lena—"l didn't think you let a man kiss you on such short acquaintance." Maude—"Well, he thoroughly con vinced me that It was all my own fault that I hadn't met him sooner."— Smart Set. He kissed her in the hall, The clock was there, as well. "You mustn't, Joe!" she cried. "You know They say that time will tell!" —Philadelphia Record. Prizes for Faithful Servants. On the Austrian Emperor's fete day a number of prizes were distributed 1 to servants who have been a long time; in the same situution. The prize was about .$75 In each case. First on the list was a valet, aged who had served forty-si:: consecutive; years in one family. The second was a nurse, seventy-two years old, whoi had served forty-two years in one family; a maid-of-all-work, seventy seven years old, who had served forty one years in n nunnery, came next; then an undercook, aged fifty-fi\*, who had served thirty-nine years in a boys' orphanage. There'was a maid-i of-all-work, aged seventy-six, who served thirty-nine years in one family! a kitchenmald sixty-nine years old- i who had been In the household ofl Princess Clementine of Coburg fog thirty-one years, came next, and then, sixty-eight years, caine one who hail been lady's maid to Baroness Schoy for thirty-eight years. Altogether there were twenty-one names on the list, and the shortest term of service was thirty yeurs.—London News. Origin of the Funny-lloiie. A lecturer ou osteology at a coll ego for colored men In Alabamn was enum erating the different bones of the arm. He had Just explained that the large bone connecting the shoulder with the forearm was called the humerus, when a young negro in the rear of the hall rose up, "Doctab," he said, pointing to the tip of his elbow, "is dis hyar bone called de funny-bone 'cause It bordalis on de humorous'.'" Collier's Weekly. Few people get more than they ex pect in this world.
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